With each walk through the garden, I see them. Weeds. Dead branches. Plants in trays and black pots.
I’m going to need all hands on garden this week to get this place in shape so I can go on relaxing garden strolls and sit in the garden chairs without remorse, regret or guilt for what I haven’t done yet.
All hands on garden. It’s like a rallying call for spring. There’s no turning back now. Those weeds aren’t stopping. Those dead branches aren’t going to go away by themselves.
Well, those dead branches are going to go away by themselves, but it won’t be pretty. They’ll eventually break off, fall on some prized plant, and then slowly over the years be attacked by insects, bacteria, fungi, and other micro organisms the likes of which you don’t want to know about, until they are gone. In their place will be a little pile of compost.
And plants in black plastic pots and trays don’t plant themselves.
Well, those plants in black plastic pots and trays sometimes do plant themselves. Out of desparation they send roots out through the drain holes in the bottom of the pot and seek ground to grow in. It’s not pretty or optimal, but sometimes it is oh-so-necessary for the plant’s ultimate goal which is to root itself in a good garden. Public service announcement — please plant your newly acquired plants as soon as possible.
All hands on garden. Winters really gone now. Spring is here. Spring is like a puppy who has figured out she has four legs and if she wants to run, she can. And she’s running now, heading toward Summer. We’d all love to catch her, hold her, and sit with her in the garden. But Spring won’t allow that. Spring wants to run. So for now the rallying call is…
All hands on garden!